Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Caroline Westwood.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17.

Education: 
Attended Gokstad Academy in Scandinavia, 7 years.

Residence:
A small house in Muggle Britain.

Applying to be:
Junior Healer.

Department of choice:
Emergencies & Triage.

Why did you request that particular department?
After years of living in the silent tyranny of her 'mother' and 'grandfather', Caroline is ready to finally find a place that suits her. When she visited St. Mungo's on a school trip a couple of years ago, she couldn't help but find the E&T department beautifully chaotic. Healers were bustling around like mad people, but they all seemed to have a purpose that intertwined them with the others that worked around them. One that helped that work in what Caroline could only call a discordant harmony.

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 10.
• Transfiguration: 8.
• Divination: 6.
• Summoning: 8.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Not Applicable.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

A memory of Caroline's (age 10):

It probably would have been an interesting story had it not been her own.

It possessed the right amount of cliches and spontaneity to make it memorable not only to her parents but to the family 'friends' they told it to each year at the annual holiday dinner. But for Caroline, it was one that brought her to the point of nausea without allowing her the comfort of actually losing her last meal.

As she sat in the parlor watching her mother start recanting the story as if it was yesterday, she tried to make her queasiness lessen, if only infinitesimally.

“Though one couldn't guess by looking at her, our Caroline isn't actually ours. She came to us under a series of circumstances that can only be described as extremely lucky and fortunate,” her mother, Deidre said, her voice carrying. Her dark brown eyes, met the eyes of each of the twenty something guests in the room, before continuing.

Try as she might, Caroline couldn't completely block out her mother's voice like she had the years before and the images flashed across her mind like lightning.

Being left at the doorstep of the servants' quarters by a tall brunette, being found by one of the maids, being given to her mother and grandfather, being raised by the countless nannies, being tutored by the best tutor that side of England, being, being, being.

It made her even more sick if that was possible, the always being never doing. Caroline's stomach lurched once again, and this time she found herself the not-so-proud owner of a vomit-covered dress. Her face was one of relief until she remember that she was not alone in the room.

Caroline looked over at her mother, waiting to hear the cold voice that the woman used when reprimanding her. Instead she saw a look of anger turn into one of utter surprise. Looking around at the other guests, she saw the same shocked expression. They were all looking at her, or more so at her dress.

Looking down at her dress, Caroline found not the blue and vomit colored smock that she wore only seconds prior but a beautiful red one that glittered and sparkled.

"My God, she's a witch," Deidre said, her velvety alto voice now a falsetto soprano.

A witch? But hadn't mother only just told all their dinner guest that she was not only some unwanted child dropped off at her doorstep, but a Muggle too?

Confused and embarrassed, Caroline ran up the stairs to her room. She grabbed her diary and a quill and bolted under her bed.

As she scribble the event down on the next few pages, she made a vow to herself. She would leave this place, as soon as she could.

A vow that she kept upon graduating from Gokstad Academy.

Roleplay:

"Coming through!"

The double doors burst open as the newly-minted Junior Healer shoved through, dodging the milling patients and staff and leaving behind a trail of parchment. The doors stayed open just long enough to allow a glimpse of the scene beyond - a riot of noise, colours and gesticulating arms - before closing again.

It was Archibald Forrester's first day on the job, and while his professors had warned him it could get hectic at St. Mungo's, he'd never imagined it'd be quite like this. Arms transfigured and somehow regrafted onto someone's head, an Auror coughing up rainbows after a dust-up with a gang of young hooligans in Knockturn, and oh - that patient up on the fourth floor that was running around telling people he was Merlin reborn. And that was just the cases that had come in in the last hour.

It had to be time for his shift to be over, right?

He gave up the lost bits of parchment as a lost cause and cast a frantic Tempus. One minute. Heaving a sigh of relief,  his eyes instantly began darting around to find a convenient on-duty person to hand his load over to. Shoes - bought at the nice medical suppliers and outfitters just down the street - squeaked on the floor as he weaved and skidded around corners, before finally stopping in front of the first figure he found.

"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "

A few floors up, muffled thumping and howling could barely be heard, but Archie winced anyway.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Roleplay Response:
She'd only just made the journey back from the tearoom when Caroline heard the bellowing of one of the new Junior Healers.

“Coming through!”

Perhaps bellowing was an exaggeration but she didn't do well with noise and tried to avoid it. Which was quite ironic since she worked in the E&T department. Caroline could only call herself an anomaly.

She continued walking back towards her department, admiring the sharp corners of the path, when 'the bellower' abruptly stopped  in front of her.

“Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles,”

Caroline arched an eyebrow at the audacity of this guy. Did he not know that she was on break?  And why was he trying to hand off his duties to her? After all, she was (unfortunately) but a Junior Healer herself.

“and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion”

Ah, now Caroline understood why the blubbering fool had come to her. She obviously appeared to be the most professional one on this 'team' if you could call it that. Not wanting to seem to eager to act though, she continued exuding the utmost disdain for the man-boy standing in front of her.

“-the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh -"

The fellow healer-in-training paused his tirade, most likely from the loud noises coming from some floor upstairs, and winced. Caroline couldn't help but join him. She'd always had a rather good sense of hearing and the noises were giving her a migraine already.

"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"

Deciding to give the guy a break, Caroline took the charts from him and gave them a quick glance. The transfiguration done on poor tentacles patient had been done by one of the more incompetent Junior Healers, so was it any wonder the man wasn't completely healed?

“Good gracious! Could you have gotten someone less skilled in Transfiguration to operate on the patient? We all know she can't change the pattern on a tie much less the color and texture of a human arm! I'll do it myself."

Caroline glanced over the boy's shoulder at a blank wall before continuing.

"Hmmmm....as for Wilberforce, tell him to go ahead. Rendering the patient completely damaged because of lack of time is far worse than a mishap during the operation."

She gave the boy a once-over before saying, "Why don't you go ahead and tell the squad captain that we'll be right with his Auror and not to worry? As for Mr. Merlin, a simple "accio wand" and Obliviate charm would work wonders, don't you think?"

With that, Caroline turned on her heel and made her way to the poor tentacle patient. It was going to be a rough shift.


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